I am a tourniquet,a pain to kill the pain,a bitter to sweeten the bitterness,a failure to justify the failure,a force to move the force,a light to darken the light,a dream to wake the dreamer,a song to sing the silence.

I am here,and the darkness of the night in your hair is the song I sing.

I am the seed unsown,the plant ungrown.The sleeper who hears the wind in the wind.